I got a nice e-mail from my company’s president, offering his condolences and complimenting me on a column about Mom.

He also suggested a book about grief and God.

I told Jessica and she said we should write a book like that. I said ours could be titled “What to do When You Don’t Get God’s Jokes.”

Then we both giggled for a long time.

See, it hurts so much it’s almost funny.

Oh, bloggy. How I’ve wanted to return to you. But I’ve been too sad and nothing I do or write is inspired or clever these days.

“What to do When You Don’t Get God’s Jokes” is my best work in the past month, 11 days and nine hours.